I believe that the heart does go on.
Seems like a long while since I could find these words again. Been searching high and low, under the blankets and behind the door, but those impish things know my room better than I do. Yes, say hello to some of the As, the Bs, and the Cs, before they run off on their own again.
So my stubborn feet brought me down against my will. Makes no difference, I thought. I was heading to the library anyway. Well, either my feet bribed my brain with some lousy mind-booster pills.. or my brain decided to sleep at the wrong time. Ended up at a high-class hawker centre, but I didn't feel like eating since I already ate a little with Jethro. At least, things turned out fine. A long hearty chat, I guess time and fate work together to make fun of us puny human beings. Oh well, listening to myself, I sound pretty old, giving advice and all. Maybe I am. Old-man hansheng, grey hair and a walking stick. (:
Once more, you open the door.
And you're here in my heart.
The stars were plenty tonight. The crashing waves seem to tell a story; reflections on the water from the city lights shone the cast of the story plot.
And I wished you were there with me.
And my heart will go on and on.
posted by cigarettelove @ 8:32 AM
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